The Gift of Rejection
I did it again. Practice makes progress in being, me
I felt our collective discomfort but didn’t sell out
In that trance-like, shape-shifting blurring into “not really me”, me
As usual
I wasn’t paid by your approval
I was paid however, by my own
As anticipated, failed approval-seeking came my way
I now know what I didn’t, so I don’t despair
The fear of rejection subsides
So my authentic self doesn’t need to hide
I know in the absence of your approval, is mine
But when I reject my authenticity
I taste it in my gut
I taste it in my soul
And it always leaves a hole
Damn, the anxiety I once felt when falling in that hole
It left such disparity in my soul
In that disparity I found MY soul
But it never truly left me, it was only but an illusion
The absence of your validation doesn’t cause such an ego contusion
Where once forsaken energy can flow, that which truly satisfies me whole
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